1992 (1993)

What have you got, what have you got in return

 

 

Here behind my window, where it’s save and narrow

I’ll cry these tears for you

Here in my kingdom, with candlelights on

I’ll do these songs for you, but what have you got in return

 

Don’t switch the lights on, when you’re in the white room

And I’ll do these songs for you

And I’ll drink on your health and I’ll kill my own self

I can do this all for you, but what have you got in return

 

Here on this graveyard, watch with upper regard

And tell me ‘what are you?’

Have you finally found out, now you can scream your life out

And I’ll cease for you, but what have you got in return

 

You can clap your hands now, we could be such friends now

But is that all that we can feel

Could you express yourself now, or will you point your eyes down

Is that all that you can feel, is that what you got in return?

Day in day out, we have to face the rituals

Of everything we want and eveything we’ll never gain

You to be me, me to be you and everyone together too

 

Oh, it hurts, it hurts at dusk, it hurts at night

But it flickers, it’s giving light, shimmering at dawn

 

Thinking thing, you’re everything, everything but life

Troubled seas, two enemies and in between a knife

Everything is slippery, but give to me, talk to me on ice

 

Oh, it hurts, it hurts at dusk, it hurts at night

But it flickers, it’s giving light, shimmering at dawn

 

Carry a gun, point it on me. I won’t run

Carry a gun, shoot it on me. Red is beautiful

 

Living in spiritual, giving in when time comes thundering

And everything gets nothing when life stops

Filling in the hidden things, ending life with red drops

 

Day in day out, we have to face the rituals

Of everything we want and eveything we’ll never gain

You to be me, me to be you and everyone together too

 

Oh, it hurts, it hurts at dusk, it hurts at night

But it flickers, it’s giving light, shimmering at dawn

 

Carry a gun, point it on me. I won’t run

Carry a gun, shoot it on me. Red is beautiful

Tell all the ones whose days are done

Watching you with mighty scorn

You’ve done more then your dad had done

Before the day that you were born

Leave them with a mighty thorn

That’s sharp enough to cry for

 

Remember school is over now

And even if you don’t know how

Make sure that you will stay unbound

And if not so than otherwise

The job that keeps you occupied

Must be damned good enough to die for

 

Many memories to fight, many blue spots in the sky

Comes a time, comes a light, I’m gonna be allright

And if I’ll try with all my might to drag myself through the night

Comes a time, comes a light, I’m gonna be allright

 

And all the girls you fancy well

Try to lure you in their shell

Lighter then the sight of hell

Smaller then a prison cell

Better praise one woman well

If you wanna have someone to hide for

 

I’m looking at a Christmas tree

And I see myself as you see me

Oh Jesus, set my spirit free

I don’t care for what belongs to me

But all the things that I can keep

I’m willing to pay my price for

 

Now watch me sitting in between

The devil and the guillotine

I’ve seen more then you’ll ever see

But I still don’t drive a limousine

Guess life is hard for you and me

Gaining none of all the things that we apply for

 

Enviromental talk is hot

Another president is shot

I hear you masters care a lot

About all the ones the world forgot

I hear you’re worried, well I’m not

There’s many other things that I can cry for

Watch the beggar on the stairs

Give a coin and he won’t care

About you busking in his home

You’ve got a million worlds to roam

While the woman waits at home

And you’ll find yourself alone

In an old East-Berlin bar

To imagine you’re a star

 

As low as the sky at night

Down and out in the neonlight

Of a station hall near the Berlin wall

How low can you go

 

Am Reichstag, auf’m Ku’dam

An dem Brandenburger tor

He plays his guts out to some tourists

To get some money for a whore

Well how low can you go

For a minute in a show

That is dangerous and unreal

Tell me how does it feel

As low…

 

And you’re singing furious lyrics

On the rhythm of a train

That is rolling through the city

Gives you shelter for the rain

You allready feel the shivers

You allready feel the pain

Of a chemical obsession

That’s an endless summer rain

Throws you’re heart in the oven

And your power through the drain

How low can you go

If you live your life in vain

As low…

You say you are receiving a feeling deep inside
A holy wisdom in a vision, visiting at night
Well as far as I’m concerned this is wisdom of the wine
So I propose we’d call your vision ‘section 29’

In section 29 only spirits are awake
They don’t like alcoholics and they listen to Nick Drake
Well the last thing is forgiven, cause me I do the same
But let me have my liquor when I party in the rain

There’s too many things you tell me that I don’t like
There’s too many words for just one night
There’s s too many things you tell me that I don’t like
Go back to what I’ve called your ‘section 29’

Too much of the good things is too bad for the brain
Believe me I�ve seen many people drive themselves in sane
They come to you and say I am Jesus, I control your mind
Well let me call this mental sickness ‘section 29’

A rat is a noble creature, tight on its four feet
The only thing it cares about is garbage it can eat
So if you might run into one, be carefull when you speak
It won’t hear your moral complications and kills you when you’re weak

Now what was that you talked about, philosophy eased your pain ?
You shiver in your shoes for the world you’re in today
Now look at what a fool you’ve been to call your dream a name
If science won�t bring any fortune than why should you explain

Well I guess this shit will happen again and again
Go leave this place, live your life and take it as a man
You sit and talk as if someone put something in your wine
I guess it’s time we’re leaving ‘section 29’

She sit on her terrace in a rocking chair

The light of the moon shines on her golden hair

She’s crying over losses that seem all unfair

And the radio is sending old memories in the air

 

Clarise just gets older

Clarise counts the days going by

Clarise now recalls what they had told her

And know she knows that all her lovers lied

 

She knows she gave her best years to chimeras

First class dreamers they were

And every time they lured her in her mazes

With lovesongs, poems and furs.   Poor Clarise

 

She was seventeen when Terry was her lover

She replaced for him his shots of heroine

And Gerald was a banker from the country

When his wife went out he called her in

And Robert was her lover who had children

But he never gave her children of her own

And no one ever made it just to stay with her

Now she’s frightened to get old all alone

 

Clarise has been waiting all night

In the way she has waited all her life

For someone who would just come by

To say ‘ Clarise, you’re beautiful tonight’ Poor Clarise…

She says “my life is a mess, nothing less, nothing more”

Let me sigh on her wings for a while

She tries to forget all that’s said and all that’s done

Let me ask her one more time

Is it a man you desire or just a dream that you lie

Is it something I could be all the time

 

And she answers all ceasing,

but her looks they are teasing me

Like there’s something I can’t see

Like it’s got to be there’s something missing in me

 

She takes what she sees without ever asking please

I know it’s just something in her way

And she grows in her grieve while she tries to believe

All men are just thieves in her game

But tonight as she can’t sleep, she falls down on her knees

Praying ‘Lord, send an angel on my way’

 

Many times I wonder, sitting in my chair

About everything I’ve done, though never much too long

And every time I stop to think, there’s music in the air

And it seems to me I’ve done it all wrong

 

I’ve gotta find me work, though I know it’s hard to find

So I get myself together with a song

Oh, I don’t wanna find me work it is twisting in my mind

And it seems to me I’ve done it all wrong

 

Say to me, say to me, tell me I’ve done it all right

Say to me, say to me, it’s just another mix up in my mind

 

The one you consider young is mostly very old

And the one you consider old is mostly young

Mixed up between both of them, my skin allready sold

It seems to me I’ve done it all wrong

 

Many times I’ve asked myself ‘tweedly tweedly dum’

Many time I’ve asked myself ‘where do I belong’

The sky turns grey and you could say my feelings are getting numb

And it seems to me I’ve done it all wrong